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Although liches could resurrect endlessly, very few would ever choose to detonate their own bodies unless they were absolutely desperate.
Liches' physical forms were forged by condensation of dark magic. Their bodies were themselves high-tier undead constructs, and their every spell drew on power that they painstakingly accumulated over time.
As such, liches' bodies were scarcely less precious than their phylacteries.
As such, no one could have anticipated that Ambrose would self-destruct on the spot.
Dark magic refined to its absolute limit erupted in an instant, forming a pitch-black tide that surged outward in all directions, engulfing every summoned automaton in its path.
Where the black tide passed, the air filled with a suffocating stench. Countless warped, misshapen monstrosities manifested: two-headed spiders, centipedes like writhing tumors, worms covered entirely in eyes. These abominations were not physical creatures, but curses born from a vast concentration of dark magic.
Just as rotting matter produced toxic fumes, upon reaching a certain density of dark magic, virulent...
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